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... tarted to loom like a jagged crown against the evening sky, and their peculiar leather garbs made them look like theists of some occult religion.
Percival dismounted from Argus before he got any closer, then he walked the rest of the road back into the city.
He pulled his hood lower, his boots clicking rhythmically against the cobblestones as he navigated the outer market.
He didn’t head for the bright lanterns of the central square. Instead, he ducked into a narrow alley ...
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